The second Trevor finished the call, his phone rang again.​

     Again, he looked to see who called him.

     "It's Cole," he told everybody. "My brother."

     "He had a dream?" Anne asked.

     "I'm pretty sure."

     "He's going to have to wait," Francis Forwarder said. "Put him on hold. There's something I need to say to everybody who is in this room right now. Would that be all right with you, Trevor?"

     Trevor put his phone back in his pocket.

​     Fuck Cole, he thought.

     The impossibly handsome man draped in robes turned to Abby.

​     "My name is Xerxes," he said.

​     "Abby Bradshaw here. You're Francis's friend?"

     Xerxes smiled at that.

CONTINUE